Purse Fetish

I don't know when it happened, but I love purses!  I would rather buy a purse than shoes or clothes or just about any other fun, non-necessity.  I just bought one today and I love it!  I usually buy them from the Arc or the clearance rack at Walmart.  Today I spent more than I ever have...$12.  I feel a little guilty.  The last purse I bought was $7 and I felt so conflicted about buying it that I used it for half a day and then took it back.  But I love this one way more than that one.  I know I don't need anymore...my sister and I joke that buying purses is my retail therapy.  "Retail therapy" has also become my justification because they really do make me happy.  Stony thinks I'm crazy.  He doesn't understand why I can't use one of the other 16, no 17...wait, Kizzy's coloring books are in one so...18 in the closet in the spare room...he has a point.  And I don't have a good answer for him.  In my defense, I did actually use 2 of those this summer.  And I will probably use another one this winter.  But I have been thinking about this purse for a week, so I went ahead a got it.  Besides retail therapy, I justify the purchase by calling it my fall purse.  If someone told me 5 years ago or even better, 10 years ago that I would change purses with the seasons, I would have laughed in their face and told them that "that is the stupidest thing ever!"  There is something so exhilarating about cleaning out one purse and starting over in a brand new one.  So, here I am.  Loving purses.  Making unnecessary purchases.  Doing a little retail therapy.  And feeling like its going to be a wonderful day!